Date: Sat, 29 Apr 2000 00:42:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jackson Amacher <j_amacher@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Fraternity War - 01" (M/M/M, bond, humil)

                        Fraternity War
                            Part 1
          by Jackson Amacher (j_amacher@yahoo.com)

This fictional story is for adults only. It will be posted
in installments. For the complete story, along with other
stories by the same author, visit:

http://www.geocities.com/j_amacher/

     
     
     I.

     I was studying late Tuesday night, working on a
chemistry problem set. Around 1:30 AM, I heard a crash in
front of our frat house. I went to the window to see what
was up, and saw that a ladder leaned against the wall.

     I ran out of my room, down the hall, and woke up some
of the other brothers. They got dressed, and we ran into the
yard. We were just in time to catch a guy climbing up the
ladder, headed for our third floor. We grabbed him by his
pants and pulled him off the ladder, and then four of us
grabbed his arms and legs and carried him into our
frathouse. We laid him down on the pool table and held him
in place.

     "I know this kid," said Greg, one of my Brothers. "He's
a frosh -- a pledge from Brig!"

     I ran upstairs and woke the rest of the brothers. They
all came down, and we surrounded the Brig pledge.

     Tom took the kid's backpack and looked inside. "What
the fuck is this?," he asked as he pulled some bottles out
of the backpack.

     "That's the shit women use to kill all the hair on
their legs, man," someone said.

     Charlie, our president, grabbed the kid's head by
pinching his cheeks together and shouted, "What were you
going to do with that shit in our house, huh?"

     "He was headed for our showers on the third floor," I
said. "He must have --"

     "You fucking prick!," Charlie shouted. "You were going
to put that in our shampoo bottles? Wow, that's hilarious,
isn't it guys?"

     The kid was still lying there with a big grin on his
face, but wouldn't say a word. He kept struggling and trying
to break free, but we held him down.

     "Strip him," Charlie said.

     The kid was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. We grabbed the
T-shirt and pulled it out of his pants, then pulled it back
towards his head. One at a time, we let go of his arms so we
could pull the T-shirt off his body. We could see the kid's
naked chest now. It was a light build with pale skin and no
hair, but you could see the muscles in his arms and
shoulders flex as he tried to escape from our grips.

     Just for fun, I reached out and tickled the kid under
the armpits. He twisted back and forth trying to get away
from me. When he settled down, our attention turned to his
pants. We saw that he seemed to have a big erection from all
this horsing around.

     Guys at the end of the table pulled off his Nikes and
socks while we undid the buttons on the fly of his jeans. We
grabbed the cuffs of his jeans and pulled them off him. He
looked helpless and really hot lying there in his underwear.
His briefs had some kind of generic blue strip around the
waistband. It was some cheap department store brand. Some
guy hooked his thumbs underneath the elastic waistband and
pulled the briefs off, throwing them to the floor.

     "OK, let's take him downstairs," Charlie ordered.

     
     
     II.

     Maybe I should explain. I'm a brother in Theta Epsilon
Delta, or TED for short. TED has a big house on Kameny
Street (our college's Fraternity Row), enough to hold most
of the brothers and many of the pledges. Just down the
street was Beta Rho Gamma, which everyone called Brig. Brig
and TED were kind of similar, I guess. We both had our share
of jocks (mostly swim team and baseball guys) and we were
about the same size. But as long as anyone can remember,
we've had a serious rivalry going. I guess I don't know how
Brig sees us, but we tend to see Brig as a bunch of stuck-up
elitist pricks.

     My college is a small liberal arts school in western
North Carolina. Fraternities were a big part of campus life
since the school's founding in 1924, but when I arrived that
was starting to change. There was a lot of bad publicity
over drinking, and we got a new liberal dipshit college
president who wanted to blame every stupid thing that
happened in the school on frats. So, he raised the
registration fees for frats, and one by one they started to
close.

     To tell you the truth, hazing wasn't nearly as fun as
all those stories on the Internet make it sound like. Mostly
it was just humiliating and painful. But this story isn't
going to be about my hazing.

     At the end of my freshman year, we got some bad news.
Our liberal idiot college president, as part of his effort
to mess with fraternities, announced that funding to
fraternities next semester would be based on the size of our
memberships. That meant we'd each be in a race to get as
many people in our frats as possible -- and as few in the
other guy's frat as we could.

     Seeing as our budget was already so low that we could
barely make our house's mortgage payments, we knew that if
we lost the recruiting war we'd have to shut down. Brig was
in the same situation. Only one of us would survive.

     After rush, we found out that we had slightly fewer
pledges than Brig did. We had to keep all the ones we had,
and scare off some of theirs. Immediately, we decided to
tone down our initiation, so we wouldn't scare any of the
kids off.

     But now, less than a week after rush, this Brig kid had
tried to break into our house.

     
     
     III.

     We had toned down our initiation this year, but we
still had the old equipment left over in our basement. We
cuffed the kid's wrists together, tied a chain to them, and
threw the other end of the chain over the rafters. Then we
pulled the chain tight, so that the kid was tied helpless in
the room with his hands over his head.

     "Pledges, go upstairs," Charlie said. "Stand guard and
make sure no more of them tries to get in here."

     Our pledges went upstairs. Charlie walked right up to
the naked frat boy and stared directly into his eyes.

     "Guys, I'm really sorry," the frat boy began. "I was
working on my own. Brig didn't send me. Just let me go and
no one will do this again, OK?"

     Charlie reached out to touch the frosh's hair, then let
his finger run down the kid's chest towards his groin.

     "Any of you guys feeling hard up?," Charlie asked. "We
had to cancel initiation this year. You guys remember how
it's done?"

     We sure did. The kid's giant erection made it clear
that he would enjoy it, anyway. A group of guys lined up
behind the kid to take turns. I went first, and enjoyed it
immensely. I knew other guys were waiting, so I only kept on
him for about three minutes, then pulled out. Other guys
took longer. After about thirty minutes of it, we were done.

     Charlie got out the video camera, turned it on, and
walked around the kid a few times, putting all of his body
on film.

     A few of the guys still had hard-ons, and butt-fucking
wasn't their thing, so Charlie made the kid suck some of
them off. He caught all this on tape, too. By the time he
was done, the kid was crying and shivering and very afraid
of us.

     "OK," Charlie said, still looking through the
viewfinder. "Let's take him for a walk."

     
     
     IV.

     We tied the kid's hands behind his back, blindfolded
and gagged him, and then tied a rope around his neck like a
leash. We led him upstairs, then outside. It was late at
night and as far as we could tell there was no one on the
street to see what we were doing, but the blindfolded kid
couldn't tell that. Despite himself, his dick was completely
erect, and angled up towards his stomach. It bounced up and
down with every step he took.

     We had him walk a few blocks, until we got to Kameny
Woods, a park that's on campus.

     No one could see us, so we started to make the best of
the situation. Guys started grabbing for the kid's ass and
tickling him to make him squirm.

     "Look at how tiny that dick is," some guy said.

     "Yeah, and do you think this scrawny geek has ever even
seen a gym?," someone else asked, even though the kid wasn't
that bad looking.

     Charlie looked up at us.

     "Unchain his hands."

     We undid the chain that held the kid's hands. With his
hands free, he rubbed his shoulders for a bit, but then
lowered them to cover his crotch.

     Charlie had brought a bag with him. It had all the
kid's clothes in it. He fumbled in the bag and pulled out
the kid's wallet.

     "I can't believe this kid was stupid enough to bring
I.D. with him," Charlie said. He grabbed the kid's face by
the chin. "How are we feeling tonight, Robbie?," he asked
the kid.

     Robbie. Now I started to remember the kid. He had been
interested in us, but he was one of those guys who you could
tell was headed for Brig from day one.

     Charlie took a pager out of his bag. It was one of
those really slim, pen-sized ones that they sell these days,
not more than an inch and a half long. Charlie pushed some
buttons on the pager, and then took out a tube of superglue.

     "Robbie," Charlie said, "show us what a man you are.
Grab that micro-dick of yours and hold it out from your
body."

     Robbie grabbed his dick at the base.

     "No, sweetie, grab the head, and hold it like this,
stretching yourself out," Charlie instructed.

     With expert skill, Charlie squeezed a line of superglue
onto the underside of Robbie's dick. Before Robbie could
complain, Charlie took the tiny pager and pushed it under
Robbie's dick, right near the sensitive part near the head.

     "Grab that and hold it against your dick with your
other hand," Charlie commanded. Robbie obeyed.

     "Now then, it's going to take about two minutes for
that glue to set," Charlie said, "so let's have ourselves a
nice chat. Ungag him, guys."

     We pulled the gag out of Robbie's mouth.

     "So, Robbie, how do you like being a pledge for that
stuck-up fraternity down the road from us?," Charlie asked.

     "I hate it tonight," Robbie said.

     "Wow, that's really funny, Robbie. But I'll bet you're
really popular with those guys, aren't you? A kid with a
nice ass like yours?," Charlie said. He loved to torment
people like that.

     "Yeah, they like me. I'm pledge captain," Robbie said.

     "Pledge captain?," Greg, my friend, whispered to me.
"What the hell is that? I thought he was a frosh." I
shrugged.

     "Pledge captain, isn't that some sort of screwy crap
where you get to lord it over the other Brig pledges?,"
Charlie asked.

     "I give them orders from the brothers. I don't get to
order them myself," Robbie said.

     "Well, Robbie, that might change," Charlie said. "OK,
Robbie, you can let go now."

     Robbie let go. His dick flopped down, and the tiny
pager was still glued to it.

     "How about that?," Charlie said. "I got this glue from
a med student friend of mine. They use it instead of
stitches now, to hold skin together permanently. Hey Robbie,
check this out."

     Charlie took his cell phone from his bag and dialed a
number. He entered a few more numbers. Suddenly, Robbie
jumped, and the guys started laughing so hard they had to
wipe tears from their eyes.

     The pager glued to Robbie's dick was set on vibrate,
and Charlie could set it off whenever he wanted.

     "Take it off, please take it off," Robbie pleaded.

     "Now, Robbie, we all know it doesn't hurt," Charlie
said. "In fact, that probably gets you off, doesn't it?"

     Robbie didn't say anything. He was trying to tug at the
pager, but it was attached to his dick securely with that
weird stitch-glue that Charlie got from who knows who.

     "Anyone got a pen?," Charlie asked. Someone had a black
marker.

     "Turn around, Robbie," Charlie commanded. He uncapped
the pen, and wrote a phone number on Robbie's butt cheeks.

     "Now Robbie, don't you worry, we'll take that pager off
your dick someday. My friend at the med school has the
solvent for that stuff, too. In the meantime, each time the
pager vibrates, you call me at the number I just wrote on
your ass within three minutes. There's going to be a few
things I'm going to ask you to do in the next few weeks. Do
what you're told, and the pager comes off. Sound good?,"
Charlie asked, all cheerful, like he was suggesting he meet
up with a friend at a bar or something.

     Robbie just kind of stared at the ground.

     "If you don't do exactly as I say, Robbie, the whole
campus is going to see the video we shot of you tonight,"
Charlie said.

     That clinched it. "OK," Robbie said.

     "Very good, Robbie. Now, do you want your clothes back
before we send you home?," Charlie asked, as if he was
really interested in the answer.

     "Yes, please," Robbie said, in a tiny freshman voice.

     "All you've gotta do to get them back is to answer one
question correctly. Robbie, who owns you for the next few
weeks?"

     Robbie paused and wiped something from his eye. "You
do," he finally answered.

     "Close, Robbie. We do. TED owns your Brig ass for the
next few weeks," Charlie said.

     We gave him back his clothes. When he put his briefs
on, you couldn't tell that he had a pager in there at all,
the thing was so small. We let him have the rest of his
clothes, and sent him on his way.